Realm of Power

On the top of a mountain in the distance, a huge falcon flag fluttered in the wind.

The half-curved eagle is like the legendary bloodthirsty Samor sword. Under the sharp claws fluttering in the wind, a slightly fat figure is riding on a war horse. Several serious-looking Samor flag captains stand respectfully. Behind him, messengers galloped away from here from time to time. The flags behind them rustled in the wind, attracting frequent side glances from the soldiers in formation.

"It's a pity. If someone hadn't intervened, these Ruidian people would have been wiped out in less than ten days." The fat man looked at the central army slowly retreating from the mountain pass, his tone full of regret and unwillingness.

“Impeccable“

In the distance, Marshal Bertrand Ruedian dropped his riding crop on the ground with the same annoyance, and watched helplessly as the last gap leading to the outside of the mountain col was filled by the slowly retreating Vecchia heavy flag regiment.

A heavy spear with a length of five meters was lowered at the same time, just like a dense wall of guns erected at a glance, completely blocking the direction of the Ruidian army's assault.

Behind him, 2,000 elite knights drawn from various armies were ready to go. Due to the thick fog, except for the 20 knights in the front row, only the breath of the war horses sounded in the cold morning mist. The clashing sounds of armors came one after another, and Xiao Sha's suppressed breath made people unable to breathe.

it's a gamble

It is a taboo for military strategists to mobilize large armies before a battle, especially when a full-scale decisive battle is about to take place. It is even more important to be cautious and slow. Any small mistake may become an opportunity to launch a counterattack. This allows the experienced Marshal Berlant to see a glimmer of hope. ,

Based on past intelligence, Marshal Berlant knew that the Vecian army that was forcing him into a desperate situation was not a regular army led by knights. These soldiers of various races were similar to the private soldiers of lords from various places. There is no uniformity in combat capabilities and discipline;

In addition to the 60,000-strong Central Army Corps, which is mainly composed of the southern Samor army, the two flag regiments on the western front are from the barbarians in the south, while the eastern front, which has the strongest offensive, is a group of light infantry of mountain hunters. Such an army composition is Like a round wine barrel with an obvious short plate, once the short plate breaks, the entire barrel will explode from the inside out.

Marshal Berlant believed that if he could use the most elite knights to launch continuous and decisive attacks on these light infantry at the right time, he might not be able to break out a bloody path in the moving chaotic army formation. If he could arouse the Vecian army A huge chaos, even if the battle situation is reversed,

In order to raise this final assault force, Marshal Berlant even ordered the knight guards of each regiment commander to be filled in. These were already the last elites in the Ruidian army. They were the soul of the Ruidian army. Unfortunately, it backfired. The rigor of the Vecian army far exceeded Marshal Berlant's imagination.

Nearly 100,000 troops and hundreds of phalanxes are interlocking and floating like waves, as if driven by a pair of infinitely changing magic hands. It is like a gorgeous performance at a banquet. A phalanx retreats, revealing What's behind is a denser array, but what's dazzling is the spears and shields shining with cold light. This kind of blow from Wikiia is not only a physical one, but also a spiritual one.

Hope and despair continued to play out in the eyes of the Ruidian people. As the defense line of the Vikia army moved back, some impetuous general Ruidian asked Marshal Berlant for instructions to attack.

"Marshal, give the order. If we attack now, I am absolutely sure that I will defeat these Vecian barbarians who despise us." General Ruidian, who is famous for his bravery, half-knelt in front of Marshal Berlant with an excited expression.

Looking at the elites of the kingdom behind him, the eyes full of earnestness and hope were slowly extinguished as time waited. The process from hope to despair made Marshal Berlant, who had experienced hundreds of battles, feel powerless. ,

On the eastern front, an irrepressible leader of the Ruildian Banner, ignoring the order from the base camp not to attack without authorization, led 5,000 heavy infantrymen and charged at a retreating Samor formation.

The cluster of roaring crossbow arrows nailed the thousand forwards of the flag regiment to the mountainside within ten minutes. The dense array of crossbowmen spread out along the top of the mountain like an invisible line of death. The dense crossbow arrows were like A swarm of locusts burst out on the horizon, and the entire sky was obscured by clusters of black arrows.

The Ruidian soldiers who entered the shooting range were all shot over as if they were hit by a huge death scythe. The powerful Mitsubishi crossbow arrows directly penetrated the heavy infantry's chests, leaving bloody arrows with them. revealed from behind,

"You are really looking for death." The fat man casually looked at the foot of the mountain where Rui Erdian's corpses were piled up, and gave a few instructions to Hu Keqili, who was commanding at the top of the mountain.

Hundreds of thunder gods arranged on the top of the mountain simultaneously launched a roar that shook the earth. The exploding fire was like a ball of light sputtering with flames. The queue of Ruidian soldiers was torn apart by the impact of the flames and explosions. The mutilated corpses were densely distributed here. The attack line is less than a kilometer long,

"Ah" the soldiers who were splashed by the flames rolled on the ground in pain and let out bursts of shrill shouts. In the eyes of the soldiers on both sides, they quickly turned into a pile of black wreckage.

"The devil's roar, these shameless Vecians." A leader of the Ruidian banner group who was originally planning to follow up was frightened by the tragic scene and turned pale.

The God of Thunder on the Wikia side has become a nightmare in the hearts of the Redian soldiers. This terrifying weapon has caused mass phobia in the Redian troops who have fought many fierce battles.

In front of the roaring barrage, even the bravest warriors could only lie helplessly on the ground, raising their butts shamelessly and praying that they would not become the unlucky ones.

Not to mention the Ruidian people who have been running out of ammunition and food for many days. As long as they hear the rumbling sound above their heads, all the soldiers will subconsciously lie on the ground. No matter how the officers shout, they will never get up. In the hearts of many soldiers , rather than being shot to death by random arrows, it is better than being blown to pieces by the God of Thunder.

The troops that Rui Erdian tried to attack retreated hundreds of meters in panic, and then stopped under the knife edge of the cavalry from the base camp.

"That's it, the war spirit has been exhausted and we ordered all the teams to retreat." Looking at the embarrassed remaining soldiers in front of him, Marshal Berlant waved helplessly to the generals behind him.

"Is it all going to end?"

After everyone exited the big tent, Marshal Berlant sat down on the seat. His back, which was originally as straight as a mountain, now looked a lot rickety. The former heroic Marshal of the Kingdom was now a waning old man, gray and gray. The lingering sense of death and despair

This impact of disparity in losses shattered the Ruidian people's last bit of courage for a decisive battle.

"Very good, let's break the courage first and then meet my Vekia army next time. These situations will at least reduce the combat effectiveness of these Ruidian soldiers by half."

The fat man on the top of the mountain looked at the Ruidian people who were retreating in panic at the foot of the mountain and nodded with satisfaction.

The morning mobilization itself is a trap. Although preparations have been made for peace talks, Fatty must also seize the advantages after the peace talks.

Fatty knows that once these more than 100,000 Ruidian troops are put back, when the Ruidian Kingdom recovers, it will inevitably start a war with Wikiya again, and all the elites of the entire Ruidian Kingdom's northern army are gathered here. Only when the hearts of Erdian soldiers and generals are broken and hurt will these people feel toothache when they think of Wiki in the future. This will ensure the stability of Wiki's expansion in the north.

Fatty rushed through the night to come up with a strategic concept of "lubing the snake out of its hole". Through a large-scale pre-war mobilization, the army of Lai Erdian came out for a decisive battle. In fact, the only ones that really moved were the five heavy infantry flag regiments, and Samour The most elite crossbowmen in the army were mixed in with the mobilized troops, gradually opening up a huge pocket at both ends of the defense line.

What Fatty is betting on is the resentment and impulse formed by long-term suppression of the opponent's army. In fact, no matter how brilliant the commander is, it is impossible to control every soldier's thoughts. In the face of huge pressure, Fatty believes that even if the opponent is Marshal Rui Erdian, Can't control the situation

Facts have proved that Fatty's bet was right. Looking at the panic-stricken Ruidian soldiers who were trampling on each other and running in panic, Fatty smiled. Such an army would no longer have any will to continue to fight back.

Ten days later, Mao Monaqing, who was in charge of the negotiations, arrived quietly, and Fatty quickly invited him into the big tent.

"It's cold in the north, but the rum fruit is ripe in the south. This is the specialty rum I specially brought from the south."

The fat man raised the warm light red wine glass in his hand and made an invitation gesture to Mao Monaqing opposite him. He said, "Rum tastes sour and sweet, and it is not intoxicating. It is most suitable for a woman like the lady to drink. This time I asked the lady to run back and forth for me, Vekia, and this glass of wine will be regarded as my apology to the lady."

"I won't be polite to the Grand Duke's kindness." Mao Mona smiled with a green smile, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip with her flaming red lips, a trace of blush rushed to her cheeks, and said softly, "I heard Our request for negotiation was taken very seriously by the Ruidian Kingdom, and it immediately sent the Marquis Tanku, the Undersecretary of the Ministry of Military Affairs, as the plenipotentiary representative for this negotiation."

Mao Monaqing put down her wine glass and wiped the foam from her mouth with the white handkerchief in her hand. She seemed to be deliberately trying to offend the fat man. After a while, she said, "Rui Erdian is only willing to agree to most of our requests, especially about the 40 million yuan." Regarding gold coin war compensation, the Ruidian royal family hopes to reduce the amount to less than 10 million."

"Haha, this has been expected for a long time."

The fat man smiled and said, "Actually, I only care about the cession of the critical Eberron region and Uludag County. Those two areas are the hubs connecting Wikiya and Redean, and they are also the most important ones that back my southwest border of Wikiya. A barrier. If these two areas can be taken down, we, Wikiia, can eliminate the hidden dangers in the southwest and free up our hands to break through the originally planned central defense line.

As for the reduction or exemption of military expenses, just tell them that if they don’t have the money, then use the Morulus area near the sea as a mortgage. Who calls me so kind? I can’t let hundreds of thousands of people really starve to death in the mountains. "The fat man sighed harmlessly...

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